Binge Watching: Marvel – The Defenders

**No spoilers**

So considerate of you.

Binge watching. Ahhh, such a fun thing to do.

Definitely better than binge reading some blog I know of.

Now now…

Sunday night I had a board game night with a few friends and my little brother. After the games were over—Tokaido and Betrayal at House on the Hill—, everyone left, minus my brother.

It was 10:00 PM, and he was staying over for the night. I was tired, yet he still had a good amount of gas in the tank. So we decided a good compromise would be to watch something on Netflix—me being too tired to game, and him being too energized to hit the sack.

We turned on the Xbox, opened the Netflix application, and started browsing the plethora of selections. We browsed for at least 10 minutes, and we realized we could get lost in browsing the countless shows and movies available.

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We decided to watch the first episode of Marvel – The Defenders. He is a fan of superhero shows and movies, and I enjoy most of them as well.

We found the first episode rather meek and slow, but we decided to watch the second episode nonetheless.

Ahh, we get it: stubborn. Sticking with the initial plan no matter what.

We enjoyed the second episode more than the first, but still, we found it was taking too much time to kick things off, especially seeing as there are only eight episodes in the series.

The next morning, we watched the third episode while having an omelette: that is when I got hooked. I am an easy crowd to please, and with four different superheroes clashing in one show, I was bound to become addicted sooner or later.

I drove Christian to work after the third episode, and told him: “I wouldn’t be surprised if I watch some more when I get home”.

Fast-forward 11 hours: I had done my laundry, recorded my podcast, gone to my swing class, and watched all five remaining episodes of The Defenders.

Overall, I enjoyed the show—obviously seeing how I acted—, except the slow beginning. I don’t want to get into the details of the story line as to not cause any spoilers.

Considerate, once again.

When was the last time you binge-watched a show? How do you feel when you binge-watch?

Binge-note: binge-ing is just so, utterly, binge.

What Do You Do While You Wait For Your Laundry?

This post is geared towards those who do not have a washer and dryer at home; to all those lucky ones who must go to a laundromat to do their laundry.

And what if I do have a washer and dryer?

You can read anyways, if you’d like to make me smile.

**Smile**

I moved out from my six and a half apartment on July 1st, where I was living with one roommate. Now I am in a three and a half, living alone. In my old apartment, we had a washer and dryer. Back then—sounds like a long time ago, but this was up until June—, I would not wait around for my laundry: I would simply put the clothes in the wash, and come back to them later on in the day to say hello—and put them in the dryer.

Now, I do not own a washer and dryer. Luckily, I do not need to go to a laundromat either.

Are you saying you just don’t clean your clothes anymore..?

No, not at all: my mother lives five minutes away—on foot—, which is practical with laundry in mind.

That’s good. I am glad that you have kept proper hygiene while living alone.

Sometimes I will go put a load of laundry in, and ask my mother to put the clothes in the dryer when the wash cycle is finished when she has a chance. Then, a few days later, I’ll go pick up my clean clothes from her house.

Whenever I have too many loads to do—mainly due to laziness, which tends to brood a heaping pile of clothes in my closet—, I will go, and wait for the first load to finish, and then start up a second one. That is a similar situation to those who go to a laundromat, and have to wait for their washer and dryer cycle to finish.

Today I decided to take my mom’s dog to the park while waiting for the first load to finish. There were about 7 other dogs in the park, and Bailey was the second smallest one there, looking like a white little fur ball on four legs.

I stayed for about 20 minutes, and went to pick up the leash and harness which I had left on the ground by a tree—smart me; a dog had peed on it.

Well, if it was by a tree…

Lesson learnt.

This was Bailey during the car ride home—obviously still a little white fur ball, but sprawled out and all huffy-puffy:

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I carried Bailey back to the car, went to my mom’s, and low and behold, my laundry was done! I started up a second cycle, hung up some clothes, put some in the dryer, and asked my mother to do the second dryer cycle tonight after her work.

On other occasions I have simply just relaxed on the couch with Bailey, or played the piano while waiting for the wash cycle.

When you go to a laundromat, what do you do?

Thanks for reading:

**Smile—again**

Paw-note: don’t leave anything outside by the tree when you go do laundry; you might attract some dogs.

Not Enough Time Or Not Taking The Time?

Once again, I’ve been through a busy period and I have not managed to sit down and write once a week like I used to. I miss writing on here, but at the same time I have other stuff taking my attention to a greater degree. Time to change that—or so I will try.

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Actually, that is somewhat of a lie.

What? You lied to us? How dare you.

It was only for about 5 seconds; I am sure you will forgive me.

To be honest, the fact that I hadn’t been able to find a short amount of time made me ponder, and I realized something: it is not that I didn’t have the time, but rather that I did not make the time. (As I write this, this TED talk comes to mind. Laura talks about how we create excuses making ourselves believe we don’t have the free time we desire, when really we simply don’t take and make the time.)

But we love hearing from you…

This thinking made me realize that I was prioritizing other stuff over writing—I have always had trouble sticking to 2-3 things, so I am not surprised. I am trying to have a perspective shift and make the time to be able to sit down at my computer, write to myself, to you, once a week—I have too often set a goal that is too high, and not achieved it. Hence, I prefer targeting a goal of once a week instead of multiple times a week. My goal is to write every Monday. If I write another day over and above Monday, so be it. It makes sense for me to target once a week, seeing as I already had trouble keeping up with writing once a week in the past few months.

If I think about my typical week, I see how much free time I truly have and how I can easily throw some of it away, whether it be through my cellphone or other mediums. It all comes down to organization and the realization that we have much more time than we think.

Since I got back from a camping trip last Monday, I have been using my cellphone significantly less, and that has already made a big difference. When I think about it, I was looking at my phone so many times a day when there was nothing to check on it; it was mostly by habit.

And so, above I mentioned some of the things that crossed my mind during the last few weeks, and they seem to have been slightly insightful.

How humble of you to insert the world slightly.

How about you? Do you feel similar sometimes? Do you feel like you lack free time?

Can You Control Your Dreams?

Something unbelievable is happening to you.

You cannot fathom this as being reality: you get an insane promotion; you win the lottery and are able to travel the world to your heart’s content; you’re soaring above the clouds, living in harmony with birds and dragons; you’re transforming into a Super Saiyan for the first time—that might just be awesome for me and my geeky-ness.become-a-professional-pilot.jpg

Reality?

Fantasy?

Truth?

Myth?

You realize all is too good to be true—except I still believe to this day that the yellow-golden hair transformation is achievable and not too good to be true, all in due time—and that is because it isn’t.

You come to a sudden realization: this is not reality; I am dreaming!

Time to take the reins and fulfill my wildest desires [insert grin].

This phenomenon happens at least several times a year to me; I realize I’m dreaming, I manage to remain inside it, and I take control. It is a delight! I become an omnipresent entity capable of controlling things ranging from the animate to the inanimate, from the corporeal to the surreal. I am able to lead my dream in the direction I want, and I can explore circumstances that would never be possible for me—or anyone, really—within the boundaries of our world.

Here are some of my highlight “self-induced” dreams from the past few years:

  • I inherited the ability to read people’s minds.
  • I was able to hover a few feet from the ground. I have yet to be able to fully fly without any restrictions, although I have tried countless times. This seems to be one of the limits of my dream controlling capacities.
  • I managed to cast several kamehamehas—although all were below 9000.

I brought this topic up while chatting with some people this week, and they told me that they couldn’t control their dreams. One of them said she is able to re-enter a dream if she falls back to sleep fast enough, although he affirmed that he can’t control it upon entering his dreamscape. It seems I was the only one present capable of controlling dreams.

That piqued my curiosity: are you able to control your dreams? Either way, what would you do if you could?

Side-note: this post’s theme definitely seems to be Dragon Ball Z. I have already opened up a tab with the first episode of Dragon Ball Z Kai. Now, decisions decisions…

Why I Started This Blog

I have been wanting to start writing for quite some time now, but I never got around to actually doing. While reading through Jamey Stegmaier’s Kickstarter Lession #52 I came across his list of reasons about“Why you haven’t already started a blog” and one profoundly resonated with me: “There are so many blogs out there already–what can I possibly add that’s new?”.

After reading his post, I decided I was going to start—all those who know me know that I can be the impulse type—writing for the simple reason of writing, and if people can grab something out it—whether it be knowledge, a smile, or even a quick laugh—even better!

And so the adventure begins!